She is the Queen

Chapter 18

As I peered out the window, my mind was far away, lost in a sea of thoughts. The world around me had blurred into a haze of red, a reflection of the anger and frustration that consumed me. I didn't even notice when we arrived at his driveway, or when the car came to a stop. This anger was not directed at him, but at myself. I couldn't comprehend why I couldn't bring myself to admit my mistakes and faults over the past two months. But with just a few simple sentences, he managed to unlock the floodgates of emotions that I had been keeping bottled up inside.

Suddenly, he opened the car door next to me and scooped me up, placing me on his shoulder. My head collided with his lower back, and his expression was one of both concern and confusion. He carried me into his house, as if he was manhandling me, all the while calling my name in a desperate attempt to get my attention. I reacted impulsively, punching him repeatedly in my frustration, my anger, my sheer desperation to be released from this overwhelming whirlwind of emotions.

But he wasn't deterred. He pinched my thighs, causing a sharp pain and a small squeal to escape my lips. I was taken aback, not expecting such a response. "OUCH! What the hell, Andrea?" I screamed, my voice filled with outrage.

"I swear to God, I am going to-" I began to threaten, but he grabbed my wrist and held it firmly in place, preventing me from continuing my assault.

"Now, darling, we wouldn't want my handsome face to be destroyed by you, would we?" he said, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes, feeling a combination of annoyance and exhaustion. We were now in his room, and I made a hasty decision to leave, to escape the turmoil that was threatening to consume me.

"I am going home," I stated bluntly, reaching for the door handle. But he stopped me, his hand firmly planted on the door, denying me my escape.

"No," he said simply, a hint of determination in his voice. I felt my anger rise, ready to unleash it on him. But before I could say anything, he kissed me, disrupting my thoughts and leaving me momentarily speechless.

"Are you crazy?" I sputtered, my voice filled with disbelief.

He pecked my lips again, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" I protested, but he once again cut me off with a kiss, this time landing on the back of my hand.

"Laila, shut up for once, unless you want me to kiss you again," he said, his smirk widening. I couldn't handle his sadistic behavior anymore, so I elbowed his hand, forcefully pushing the door open and escaping his grasp. I stormed down the hallway, my anger pulsating through my veins.

But suddenly, two arms enveloped me from behind, a large figure leaning onto my body. His head found its place in the crook of my neck, and he took a deep breath, inhaling my scent. At first, I resisted, stiffening in his embrace, attempting to break free. But then, I exhaled, allowing myself to relax in his arms. After all, deep down, I knew I needed this.

In that moment, his embrace became a sanctuary, a respite from the chaos that had consumed me. And as he held me close, the anger began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and understanding. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't have to face this darkness alone anymore. With him by my side, I felt the flicker of hope, the spark of determination to overcome the challenges that lay ahead, and to finally find peace within myself once again.

He whispered slowly, "Hey I was just teasing you. Relax.".

He then turned me around.

"Shower." He blurted out.

"What?" I asked him with wide eyes.

"Let's take a shower." He said calmly.

"Just come." He said after receiving a clueless stare from me.

I didn't understand what he meant though was not going to push him away more. I was tired. And he pulled me back to his room and to his bathroom. I was not going to say no and I was not able to. I did not have the will power. He then removed the straps of my dress from my shoulders and it fell to the floor revealing my cream colored lace bra and panties. I felt numb. I didn't have the energy to talk, to react, to even push him off. I just let go of all the control I had and it didn't matter cause it was him. It was Andrea. My Andrea. His eyes not leaving miens, he unbuttoned his white blouse and then took his belt off. Then he pushed down his pants and stepped closer to me.

He put his arms around my body to reach to unclip my bra. I took in his scent. Something that I've missed.

After he removed all the remained attire of his, he stripped down my panties while his finger grazed down on my legs.

"You are so fucking beautiful." He murmured. 

He pulled me inside the shower and turned on the hot water. I have never been naked like this in front of a guy but also I felt mentally naked. He can see through me and I didn't know how to react. I let him inside my feelings in the car when I snapped at him but should I let him in more? Show how vulnerable and weak I am?
He pulled me under the water. I was looking up to his face through my wet eyelashes. The warm water relaxed my stiff body. He pulled my face and kissed me but this time he was being upmost gentle. I then moved my hands to his hair and then to his chest. He lowered his head to my neck and started very softly kissing there. Very softly. He was not marking me or leaving hickeys. He looked as if he was inhaling my smell. He put shampoo on his palm and started massaging my scalp. 

"I can't believe what is in front of my eyes." I giggled more as he continued foaming up my hair.

"Why love?"He said sexily.

"My ex-kidnapper is shampooing me." I faked a gasp and giggled while poking his chest.

He laughed and said "Anything and everything for you darling."

"Ouch!" I huffed closing my eyes in futile attempt.

"What?"

"Shampoo in my eyes. My eyes! Ouch! Its burning ou ou ou-" I wheezed.

He pulled me more under the water.

"Just close your eyes, baby."

His hands were on my hips as he pulled me even more towards him. The water was tracing down our bodies and my eyes were still closed due to the shampoo. So, I just stood there with my palms on his chest and waited for the luke warm water to wash my face. I felt something poking just under my stomach but ignored it. Could it be his...?

"You are cute." He whispered.

I blinked and noticed that I was safe to open my eyelids.

"No, you are cute." I said while giggling.

"Wait, I will bring a towel." He said exiting the shower. Then he wrapped me with a fluffy white towel. He gave me one of his loose T-shirts and we lazily went into the bed.

"Wait, didn't you want to talk with me?" I asked while relaxing in his arms.

"No, I think we had enough for today." He murmured.